AN OLD STORY
It was near evening on a day in Ashadha,
close to the full moon. The sun had moved in
and out of the clouds the whole day like a boy
playing bo-peep and, as if tired of play, was going
down to rest. The clouds, chased by the wind,
had over-spread the sky as if they had run in
every direction in an attempt to escape the pur-
suer and had failed. The wind itself was like a
boy who had rushed a flock of sheep in wanton-
ness and was tired of the exertion and had
become quieter, It had now no energy for rough
play like that of the earlier part of the day and
had become peaceful, and, moving .quietly amidst
the large trees standing on the bank of the river,
was wafting something of its own quietness
wherever it went The sun seemed to remember
as the close of the day approached that he had a
duty as witness of all that occurs in the world and
to do it pushed his rays to all the corners of the
earth and in the process invested all creation with
the beauty of-his.light. Both wind and sun were
now dignified apd, engaged* in their task, were at
peace. The grove of trees beside the river was
full of a murmuring sound as it is said the .world
is with 'the music of the spheres. The water of
the stream which when small had played with all